如果有一天，你早上起来发现自己变成了11岁的赫敏，你第一件事是做什么？
老天爷啊，如果我一睁眼，不是我熟悉的床单，而是那种带点羊毛味儿，还有点旧书压过的气息，然后一低头，看到的不是我那双熟悉的、有点磨损的运动鞋，而是……我天，那不是我一直梦寐以求的霍格沃茨校服吗？而且，我的手……怎么这么小？ fingers are stubby and a little uncoordinated.
My first instinct, I swear, wouldn't be to immediately start chanting spells or trying to fly. No, no. My brain, even if it's now eleven years old and crammed with obscure magical lore, would still have that core of, well, me. The real me.
So, the very first thing I'd do? I'd probably… panic. Just for a nanosecond. That overwhelming feeling of "what is happening?" would hit me like a rogue Bludger. But then, the Hermione Granger part of me would kick in.
Okay, so I'm eleven, and I'm Hermione Granger. This is… a lot. But also, incredibly exciting. My immediate priority, before anything else, would be information gathering. It’s what I do.
First, I'd need to confirm this isn't some incredibly vivid, terrifying dream. So, I'd pinch myself. Hard. If it still hurts, and I'm still surrounded by this… distinctly magical environment, then it's time to really lean into it.
Where am I? My room, presumably. So, I’d get out of bed – carefully, because these legs are shorter now and I'm not used to the floaty sensation of the skirt – and start a thorough, Hermionelevel inventory of my surroundings.
I’d look at the books. Are they my books? Or are they suddenly ancientlooking tomes with titles I’ve only ever read about in Muggle history? I’d check the desk. Are there quills? Ink pots? Scrolls? Any hint of parchment paper with elegant handwriting?
Next, I'd look for myself. A mirror, obviously. I’d want to see this new face, this new hair. I’d probably be a bit disappointed it’s not as perfectly styled as I sometimes imagine, but I’d still be utterly fascinated. Are my teeth still… well, you know. Or have they magically fixed themselves? That’s a pressing question.
Then, the wardrobe. This is crucial. What am I wearing? Is it truly the Hogwarts uniform? I’d need to examine the fabric, the cut, the tie. And, more importantly, what else is in there? I’d be rummaging through drawers, looking for any sign of my Muggle life. Any photos? Any familiar clothes? Because even in this incredible transformation, a part of me would still miss my old life, my parents, the familiarity of it all.
But the biggest, most urgent thing, after the initial shock and inventory, would be to find out when this is. Am I at Hogwarts already? Is it September 1st? Or am I still at home, waiting to get my letter? This is the most critical piece of information. If it's before Hogwarts, then my next mission is to ensure I get that letter, and that it's delivered correctly. I wouldn't leave anything to chance. I’d probably have a contingency plan already forming in my head.
And then, once I've got a handle on my immediate situation, the real excitement would begin. But the very first thing? It’s a deep breath, a quick scan of my surroundings, and a frantic, silent mental checklist of all the possibilities. It’s about gathering data. Because, you know, that’s just who I am. Even with magic.
My first instinct, I swear, wouldn't be to immediately start chanting spells or trying to fly. No, no. My brain, even if it's now eleven years old and crammed with obscure magical lore, would still have that core of, well, me. The real me.
So, the very first thing I'd do? I'd probably… panic. Just for a nanosecond. That overwhelming feeling of "what is happening?" would hit me like a rogue Bludger. But then, the Hermione Granger part of me would kick in.
Okay, so I'm eleven, and I'm Hermione Granger. This is… a lot. But also, incredibly exciting. My immediate priority, before anything else, would be information gathering. It’s what I do.
First, I'd need to confirm this isn't some incredibly vivid, terrifying dream. So, I'd pinch myself. Hard. If it still hurts, and I'm still surrounded by this… distinctly magical environment, then it's time to really lean into it.
Where am I? My room, presumably. So, I’d get out of bed – carefully, because these legs are shorter now and I'm not used to the floaty sensation of the skirt – and start a thorough, Hermionelevel inventory of my surroundings.
I’d look at the books. Are they my books? Or are they suddenly ancientlooking tomes with titles I’ve only ever read about in Muggle history? I’d check the desk. Are there quills? Ink pots? Scrolls? Any hint of parchment paper with elegant handwriting?
Next, I'd look for myself. A mirror, obviously. I’d want to see this new face, this new hair. I’d probably be a bit disappointed it’s not as perfectly styled as I sometimes imagine, but I’d still be utterly fascinated. Are my teeth still… well, you know. Or have they magically fixed themselves? That’s a pressing question.
Then, the wardrobe. This is crucial. What am I wearing? Is it truly the Hogwarts uniform? I’d need to examine the fabric, the cut, the tie. And, more importantly, what else is in there? I’d be rummaging through drawers, looking for any sign of my Muggle life. Any photos? Any familiar clothes? Because even in this incredible transformation, a part of me would still miss my old life, my parents, the familiarity of it all.
But the biggest, most urgent thing, after the initial shock and inventory, would be to find out when this is. Am I at Hogwarts already? Is it September 1st? Or am I still at home, waiting to get my letter? This is the most critical piece of information. If it's before Hogwarts, then my next mission is to ensure I get that letter, and that it's delivered correctly. I wouldn't leave anything to chance. I’d probably have a contingency plan already forming in my head.
And then, once I've got a handle on my immediate situation, the real excitement would begin. But the very first thing? It’s a deep breath, a quick scan of my surroundings, and a frantic, silent mental checklist of all the possibilities. It’s about gathering data. Because, you know, that’s just who I am. Even with magic.
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难道不是先看看自己的肤色吗？其他答案都在胡说些什么啊。
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